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[politestpirate]

It has not started snowing- yet.

Fall in Scotland is dreary, cold and damp.

Finn was talking to another teenager in the bar, so Wellard had slipped out the back door. With any luck, they will be able to get that tarp-roof up over the work area, so they can keep working on the ship during the winter. Not like it can keep the cold away, but hopefully the snow off. There were a few last measurements to get before trying to get the proper supplies, so once outside, Wellard headed for the woods, towards the 'ship yard'.

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[wolflord_andain]

Galadan merely smiles.

Wellard does seem to learn quickly.

It is--

Fortunate.

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He has managed to survive this far, at least. Even with the set back of dying, once.

Part of that is learning when to quit while he is ahead- or even just alive. Wellard glances down the path, then back to Galadan.

"I probably shouldn't bother you for any longer, sir."

[wolflord_andain]

"I shall take care not to keep you from your own business, then."

And, with what may be a slight nod, Galadan steps around Wellard and heads for the bar.

He has work to be getting back to.